[b]Sylvia ended falling asleep alone in her bedroom. She thought long & hard about her & Aranhil's situation until she passed out, curled up in a tiny ball. What was she doing wrong? What about her wasn't appealing to Aranhil? It had to be something she was going, it had to be. While Aranhil wasn't as much of a playboy as River, she gathered that he did have experience, so he definitely had a type, ore at least had things that excited him.

She couldn't ask Cendres about what excited her brother, & she certainly wasn't going to ask any of his ex-lovers; least of all, Emera had no idea how to please a man, for she was just as unlearned in the bedroom as Sylvia. Her last shot was Aranhil's mother, but the woman hated her with a passion, even after the wedding. it was hard for Sylvia to even endure the woman's poisonous attitude towards her for more than a few minutes before she had to escape.

..._..._...

River smiled awoke in his most favorite place in the world, resting his head in Emera's lap. He stayed still for a bit longer, gazing up at the Elven woman as she stitched something together. She'd been so much more agreeable with him since they returned to her home, even allowing him to be affectionate with her. Maybe she didn't see the women here as threats, or maybe she was more comfortable in her territory; maybe it was that he almost didn't wear his armor anymore.

"Is that a gift for me, [i]Melamin[/i]?" River asked, calling Emera by one of his many pet names for her.[/b]

[OOC: it's okay, i understand.// melamin="my love" in Elven]